The Door

I'm sure that I saw Jesus today at the coffee shop.

Everyday banter with a stranger...bundling up and packing his books to leave...I say, "it's not getting any warmer out there." He says, with true grit, "yeah, I really feel for the ones on the street who don't have a home to warm up in." That was all.

He leaves. I watch him walk away. Hot drink in hand, I lead the child procession out the door into the five degree weather...weeping and wondering...tears freezing as they fall.

Comments and questions in the car on the way home center around, not our own comfort, but our welcome mat. Still wondering how to lay it down.